NYRA

Morning came too fast.

I sat up slowly, after some minutes I started folding my clothes carefully into my bag... My hospital coat. My files. A few pictures.

There was one picture of Lena and me from years ago. We were covered in flour from baking, laughing hard.

I stared at it for a long time. Then I slipped it into my bag.

I didn’t want to make noise. I didn’t want a scene.

If she woke up and saw me leaving, would she care?

I didn’t know.

My wolf stirred softly.

Nyx felt ...